Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 227 The Taste of Gold

Old Tang fell asleep in the sound of Ander's voice. Under the white light of the ward, Ander took out a ruby ​​the size of half a palm.

This is the authority in Norton's body. As a dragon king, his authority is not as great as that of an ordinary third-generation species.

This proves in disguise the words on the Ice Sea Remnant Scroll, that there are twins sitting on the throne, one holds "power" and the other holds "strength".

There is no doubt that Norton is the twin who has mastery of power, possessing a larger body and strength, and also more tyrannical.

And the Constantine who was shrunk in the Bronze City was undoubtedly the one who held the power.

Thinking of this, Ender put Norton's authority in his pocket and walked out. Now, he was going to see the progress of the other guys.

The moon base is not too big, and after several years of development, the base can accommodate not many people, but its task is very arduous.

This is the last bastion of mankind. The relevant departments of China expect to build this place into a self-sufficient paradise in the next 20 years. Although according to the prophecy, the future is not so bright, but it is undeniable that the secret party has invested in this shelter. Lots of resources.

But at this moment, in the laboratory of the Alchemy Department, a slovenly old cowboy was singing and dancing with a wine bottle. When he saw Ander coming in, he put away his arrogant face for the old and disrespectful vice principal, and pulled Andra aside.

"Nicholas, are you drunk again?" Ender looked at the flushed Nicholas, and Nicholas took out a few pieces of paper from the table and threw them into Ender's arms.

"A pure human being," the vice-principal slammed the bottle on the table. "He is a pure human being, without any trace of dragon blood contamination."

"You mean Old Tang?" Ander frowned as he looked at the identification report on the paper: "He was soaked in dragon's blood, why?"

"Because he is an organ of Norton." Nicholas touched the stubble on his chin: "White blood cells can remove foreign matter in the body, but they can't remove their own healthy cells. Dragon's blood is probably the same."

"It's too far-fetched. I'd rather believe in God's presence." Ender curled his lips: "But in any case, Norton has been solved by us."

"Indeed, come and see," Nicholas said, leading Ender to a row of petri dishes: "Norton's flesh and blood is the most precious thing."

"The flesh and blood of the Dragon King is the supreme treasure for refining the Philosopher's Stone. Only the flesh and blood of the first generation has such power and pure spirit." Nicholas is now like a drug addict who is high, the smile on his face is suppressed Can't live.

"It's unbelievable. Are you sure it's still effective if we do it like this?" Ender looked at the rows of black flesh and blood with some doubts.

"Of course it works." Nicholas took out a small box from his arms and gently opened it. A blood-red gemstone lay on the velvet cushion, shining brightly: "It was just extracted yesterday."

Nicholas showed an idiot-like smile, stroked the uneven surface of the Philosopher's Stone with his thick fingers, and said to Ender:
"Alchemy believes that the world is composed of the four elements of earth, fire, water, and soil, and on top of that, the unifying element is the spiritual element, which is similar to the dragon race." Nicholas closed the box and said to Ander Cop: "All dragon races There are spiritual elements in the body, but some have more and some have less."

"So only the first generation has enough spiritual elements?" Ender concluded.

"That's right, if you use oil as a metaphor, the body of other dragon species is just a drop or two, but the first generation species is a large oil field." Nicholas said a metaphor that American soldiers would like very much.

"Have you figured out how to use them?" Ender asked Nicholas: "These things are enough to destroy the alchemy product market of the hybrids."

"The small market for alchemy products is not because of insufficient output." Nicholas gave Ender a white look: "It has only a small demand, and it is not afraid of dumping, and there are not many civilian products."

After finishing talking about economics, Nicholas felt a little more lonely: "The use of the Philosopher's Stone is only to turn it into a weapon to join the next battle."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, you have plenty of time to study, and I'm more concerned about when you will get me some gold." Ender interrupted Nicholas's melancholy indifferently, and changed the topic to something he was interested in.

The most well-known function of the Philosopher's Stone is the Philosopher's Stone. As the name suggests, the ancient alchemists hoped to refine lead into gold, and the most well-known raw material was the Philosopher's Stone.

"Didn't you say that the gold refined before didn't taste good?" Nicholas was stunned, and retorted.

That's right, as a giant dragon, how could Ander let go of Nicholas, a master alchemist. As early as the first time the two met, Ander wanted Nicholas to refine some gold to enrich his treasury.

It's a pity that the gold refined at that time had an unpleasant sulfur smell, and the taste was not good. It was as sparse as tofu that had been left overnight, so Ender gave up the idea of ​​refining gold, but now he has the Philosopher's Stone , maybe try again.

"One time is not the other. Didn't the Philosopher's Stone you used last time be handed down from your ancestors? Maybe it's expired. Try using a fresh one now?" Ender shrugged indifferently: "And don't you want to try it too?" Test the efficacy of the Philosopher's Stone."

Nicholas Flamel, this name is not his real name. In fact, the name Nicholas is passed down from generation to generation between master and apprentice. Only those alchemists who have learned how to refine the Philosopher's Stone can inherit this name.

But with the disappearance of the Dragon King, this technique has gradually become a time-consuming and labor-intensive dragon-slaying technique. When the current Nicholas Flamel took over this title, only a piece of the Philosopher's Stone the size of a grain of rice was left , lying in the tutor's safe.

Later, Nicholas threw the rice-sized Philosopher's Stone into the crucible, and refined it into a piece of gold the size of a fingernail. Ender commented that it was "unpalatable, and slag".

After being encouraged by Ander, Nicholas entered the laboratory with the newly refined Philosopher's Stone. Accompanied by fire and violent explosions, Nicholas with a dark face came out with a piece of gold.

"I only used a quarter, and the output rate is much higher than before." Nicholas touched the sweat on his brow, showed an old father's smile, and said to Ender: "Come and taste, how does it taste?" ?”

Ender took the thumb-sized gold bar, looked at the uneven elliptical cylinder shape of the gold, frowned, the magic power gushed out, the gold bar floated in the air, and shaped under the pressure of Ender's magic power, it became A little golden ball.

Ender pinched the golden ball, conjured up a faucet and threw it into his mouth, savoring the taste of gold carefully, he said after a long while:

"Slightly spicy, but very silky."

　Another later, Hades is so much fun
　　
　
(End of this chapter)